What the hell? Was your object of this whole relationship? To rip out my heart? Shred it to microscopic pieces? Well it worked. I officially am terrified to ever love again. You lied to me, for 12 months, you lived a lie. All for what? The satisfaction of getting into my pants? Congrats. I gave you everything, my love, my body, my virginity. You tell me now "I never loved you, you never made me happy" Well that's just fan-freaking-tastic. I wish that I could of stopped loving you so much. You were the only person in my life that I have ever loved. And you used me. You caused me pain. Physical pain, I have scars on my not-so-perfect body. Mental pain, you got into my head, and made me think that I wasn't worthy enough for your highness. You were the king, you called the shots. And I stood by, and let you run my world. I never felt so alive. I was at the point of breaking, and now that's what I am. Broken. I used to be a strong, independent girl. A girl who never let a boy or anyone tell her what she could or could not do. You changed me, you abused me, not physically, but mentally. You didn't hurt my body, I did that on my own, by tearing away at my skin with a skinny blade from my razor. You hurt my heart, you hurt my self esteem, you hurt my confidence.
But I have overcome you. I am stronger than you. You are a coward, a bully, but you are silenced. I shut you up. Because I realized that I am a strong, independent woman. I have grown, so I thank you for that. You no longer run my world. I make my own decisions. And I don't need a boy like you in my life to make me happy. The scars and pain that you caused is now a reminder that I have overcome you and I will never go back to being a scared insecure little girl.